Elucidating Questions

Four notes and I run straight into a glass pane and my face hurts.

Running quickly back into the places I know because all knowing leaves when I hear the four.

And even if the dawn doesn’t come, and even if the tears make me weak or the feeling makes me not fit into boxes

There will always be this person to come back to, and the quiet assertion that the words that cut

Aren’t about me,

And I can hide beneath them.

Ducking down to hide from the pain that keeps trying to catch me,

Trying to hide from the feeling of having found something

Only to find nothing.

And the intrinsically entangled threads of every day and feeling I dismissed because of this or that.

Trying to hold on to six houndred different realities

Because I think too fucking much.

But it was easier before I had no one left.